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Fattened Faculty (Chapter 3)

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    Amanda Harris watched complacently as a subtly chunky pair of janitors heaved the second desk into place at the back of the classroom across from her own. She'd been instructed to come in early so that she could help prepare for the arrival of her new student teacher, but the custodial team hardly seemed to need much help. Sure, she would've assisted if they'd asked her, but since they hadn't, she felt relatively comfortably sitting on her ass and eating from the box of donuts she'd picked up at the main office that morning instead.

    "Can I take more than one?" Amanda had asked Jenny at the front desk. "For, uh... the students, of course."

    "They're free for everyone," Jenny spat at the rotund teacher through a mouthful of custard filling. "Celebrating the new student teachers. Feel free to take a couple." The office's resident blob dusted some crumbs off of her black shirt, but failed to remove any of the powdered sugar that frosted her bosom. Then, she leaned towards Amanda and whispered coyly. "You know, you don't have to pretend they're for the students, hun. I've got a few stockpiled back here just for me too."

    So, of course, Amanda had taken three boxes. She hadn't necessarily intended to eat them all; she simply wanted to make sure she got as many jelly-filled donuts as humanly possible. Now, as she slurped the jam out of her third one, Amanda knew it was only a matter of time until the student teacher got here. The greedy fatty hoped she could finish the rest of her favorites before there was any sort of pressure to share. After that, maybe she'd be able to waddle over to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast.

    Principal Grasso's decision to drastically increase Beaumont's participation the neighboring college's student teacher program had certainly been an interesting one. There was some controversy about the decision; lots of teachers dreaded having to worry about the added stress of mentoring an adult while simultaneously educating a classroom of children. Others were merely excited for the company. Amanda, meanwhile, still wasn't sure where she stood on the issue. It was always so mush easier to form direct opinions about Grasso's policies when they were about food. As she chomped down on her fourth consecutive Berliner, Amanda began to wonder if Beaumont was really a great representation of the typical public school experience. Sure, the Beaumont way was supposed to be the way of the future, but she wouldn't have been surprised if the differences between Beaumont and your average high school were more than a little overwhelming for a newcomer.



    Meanwhile, that newcomer was pumping urgently through the spacious Beaumont halls, trying desperately to find the main office. She was late; it was Vicki White's first day of student teaching and she was already late! God, she hoped she didn't have a strict mentor. With her luck, she'd probably be written up before setting a foot in the classroom.

    Thankfully, Vicki wasn't alone. When she finally did make it far enough to peer into the main office's frosted-glass windows, it looked like there was already another woman talking to the secretary. That was good; maybe waiting for her to be done before talking to the secretary herself would be enough of an excuse to make up for the lateness.

    The door eventually opened, and a pale, skinny woman with a couple of noticeable piercings emerged from the portal. Her straight hair was jet-black with the exception of one blue-green stripe which hung confidently down the left side. She held a crumpled lanyard and some paper in one hand and a plate with two donuts in the other. Her expression was dazed. Vicki vaguely recognized her from school; perhaps they'd lived in the same building on campus, or at least shared a class at some point. The girl smiled and offered Vicki an unconfident "hi."

    "Student teaching program?" Vicki asked. The other girl nodded. She looked as though she wanted to say something, but it was quickly lost. She continued walking.

    "I'll see you around," the dark-haired girl called out as she disappeared down the hallway.

    "See you!" Vicki watched her escape. Then, she headed towards the open door, trying to ignore the awkward aftertaste of that encounter. Upon entering, she nearly gasped.

    She'd already noticed that this place was a little strange—the vending machines on every corner were impossible to miss, after all—but the weirdness of this reception area made the rest of the school's layout seem completely inconspicuous. Behind the secretary's desk was a monstrously fat woman, and behind her was a wall of donut boxes. A greasy, abused paper plate topped with a half-eaten donut sat off to the side on her desk. Her keyboard, terrifyingly, sat atop her massive belly, dusted with the same powdered sugar that had snowcapped the rest of her black-clothed expanse. A face which had all of its genetic code rigged for prettiness sat atop the blob of her body, swaddled by its own fat cheeks and second chin. Were her food-stained lips naturally so plump, or could they have gotten fatter with the rest of her? Did it even matter?

    "Ah! Hello," she called out to Vicki. "You must be another of the new student teachers, yeah?"

    Get ahold of yourself, Vic. No fat-shaming; not even internally!

    "Yes," she said, regaining her composure. "My name is Victoria White. I'm here to study under one of your math teachers."

    "Victoria! Yes! Here you are on the paper. Come on over, have a seat." The sedentary secretary gestured towards three oversized chairs which sat quietly in front of her desk. Vicki picked one and sat, taking note of how unnecessarily soft and wide the seat seemed to be.

    The secretary plucked the donut from the plate on her desk and chomped gratuitously on it, tearing off a piece of pastry that seemed like almost too much to chew in one piece. Her other hand, meanwhile, typed something autonomously on her belly-bound keyboard. Despite the size of the portion she'd chosen, the morbidly obese woman finished chewing and swallowing the morsel without any visible challenge. Then, she continued speaking.

    "I'm looking you up in the system now," she said, donut powder still on her breath. "In the meantime, take one of these ID Lanyards. We'll get your photo on one later, but this will do for now."

    "Student teacher," it read in big, red letters. Below, in small, black text, "Ms. Victoria White."

    "Alright, I've got everything pulled up now. Looks like you'll be working with... Oh!" The secretary lit up. "Amanda Harris!"

    Vicki smiled. "Is that good?"

    "Oh yeah, definitely! She's a real sweetheart. One of the first friends I made when I started working here. She's a great teacher too, we get students and parents saying really good things about her all the time. That's probably why Principal Grasso chose her for the student teacher program."

    "Oh wow, she sounds great! Now I'm excited to meet her," Vicki said. As legitimately nice as that sounded, it was still a little hard to lock in on what the office secretary was saying when there was so much food residue all over her outfit. The fabric fit her just about as flatteringly as they possibly could, considering how drastically rotund her features were, and the colors looked really sharp and rich in the areas that hadn't been reached by the crossfire of her rabid consumption. All in all, they looked like new clothes, which only made it more impressive that she seemed to care so little about keeping them clean. Was it indifference or obliviousness?

    Stop. Remember, Vicki, no judgment. Be body positive.

    The secretary typed something viciously into the computer. A sequence of ripples rang out through her tummy in time with the keystrokes, and the whole pad swayed atop the surface of her gut like a raft on stormy seas.

    "Okay. I'm pr-int-ing your schedule now." Her voice cracked as she slapped the enter key. The printer whirred to life. "It's basically the same as Amanda's schedule, except for period three. You get that period to freely observe any class you want in the building. That way, you'll get to see some variety in teaching styles, but you'll still be able to get a grasp of the day to day life of a teacher in, um, a broader sense. And you get a lunch period too, at the same time as Amanda." Finally, the printer leaked the schedule out onto the desk, so the bulging blondie licked her fingers clean, picked it up and handed the still-warm paper to Vicki. "Amanda's classroom is B104, right around the corner, that way. She should be in there now. You should probably go and talk to her for a little bit before the day starts so she can get you ready." She looked up at Vicki and smiled. "And I'm Jenny, by the way. I'm just the secretary, but I do sort of run things when the principal's not around, so if you have any questions you can always come and ask me."

    "Okay, great! Thanks, Jenny!" Vicki smiled as she stood up. She hesitated, expecting Jenny to get up and shake her hand on the way out, but of course, Jenny instead opted to stay put and shake the student teacher's hand from the comfort of her desk.

    "Oh! Before you go." Jenny gestured toward lifted a half-full box of donuts. "Want one? They're from this local place down the street and they're really good."

    "Oh, no thanks, I think I'm alright," Vicki said.

    "Nonsense! They're for you guys!" She held the box out further. "Try one!"

    Were they really, though? Vicki had a hard time believing those six missing donuts weren't currently in storage somewhere beneath that greasy keyboard.

    "Oh, I couldn't even if I wanted to, I'm still so stuffed from breakfast." In reality, Vicki hadn't eaten a thing, but since the person in front of her was a veritable walking—er, sitting—cautionary tale about breakfast pastries, Vicki had absolutely zero desire to indulge.

    "Suit yourself," Jenny shrugged. "More for me!"

    Wait... More for her? Vicki suddenly felt guilty. "Actually, I guess I'll take one." Reluctantly, she reached into the box and grabbed one which looked like it was jelly-filled. Those were her favorites. She thanked Jenny and walked quickly out of the room. As unappealing as that woman made these donuts seem, Vicki felt obligated to prevent the secretary from eating any more than was absolutely necessary. She didn't want any of Jenny's weight on her conscious.


    Vicki took a bite as she walked down the hall. Jenny hadn't lied; this thing was good. Everything from the dough to the strawberry jam inside was positively luxurious.

    Suddenly: "Mmph!" As Vicki turned a corner, she nearly bumped into a woman who was speed-walking in the opposite direction. Both women yelped, then started furiously apologizing with their mouths full of food. Vicki was the first to finish chewing. Looking this woman's body over, she was immediately glad she hadn't actually made impact, but she now felt a little worse about not paying attention in the first place. Her cheeks flushed a shameful pink.

    "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Vicki insisted, "I should've been more careful."

    "Mmph...!" The woman swallowed. She too was enjoying one of the office's donuts. "No, honey, that's okay, that's my fault. I work here, I should know better than to run around a corner like that." She took a better look at Vicki, then pointed at the lanyard around her neck. "Ah! You're one of the new student teachers?"

    "Yeah," Vicki stammered, I just got sent out of the office to meet my instructor. "Jenny said to meet her at B104. Do you know—"

    "Oh, you must be Victoria! That's so funny. I'm Amanda! I was actually just going to the office to talk to Jenny about you."

    "Yeah, sorry about that," Vicki said, "I know I'm a little late."

    "Huh? Oh, no, I was just going to the office to tell Jenny that you should meet me in the cafeteria. I'm headed there for breakfast now." The word breakfast ignited something in Amanda's eyes. She resumed walking. "Are you hungry? I asked Jenny earlier and she said you get full cafeteria privileges just like the rest of the faculty. All staff members eat free, and the food is to die for!"

    "I guess I could eat," Vicki said. Accepting food from Amanda was much less frightening than accepting it from Jenny. She labored to keep up with Amanda's brisk pace, a speed which was surprising considering how heavy the teacher's belly must have been.

    Amanda looked quite a bit different from the kind of person Vicki had pictured when imagining the teacher she'd be studying under. By far, the most surprising thing was her age; she had expected to be placed with an older teacher, one who would've had a lot of experience. Amanda, though, looked like she was in her very early thirties; she couldn't possibly have been more than six or seven years older than Vicki was. Her apparent condition was also quite a surprise for the student teacher. Why would they have chosen a teacher who was so visibly pregnant? Wouldn't she have to go on maternity leave at some point or another? Looking at the size of the burden she currently carried, the due date was probably only a few months away.

    The cafeteria was huge. It was mostly empty with the exception of a few modestly portly freshman who'd been dropped off early by their parents. Since the seniors all had their own cars, Vicki was unlikely to see the most dramatic bodies of the student-body before they showed up in Amanda's classroom later that day.

    "Is the food here really that great?" Vicki asked. "Like, honestly? I mean, I don't know about this place, but isn't high school cafeteria food usually kinda cheap and greasy?"

    "Oh, maybe your average high school's cafeteria, but definitely not Beaumont's. This place's food is seriously restaraunt quality. Literally restaraunt quality, in fact. Principal Grasso hires chefs instead of lunch ladies."

    One look at the inside of the kitchen was enough to prove Amanda right. The doughy educator scooped up a tray full of scrambled eggs and bacon, topped that with a few slices of toast and a bagel and grabbed some condiment packets on the way out. Vicki followed suit, grabbing smaller portions of all the things her mentor was grabbing before exiting the kitchen. The young educators then made their way over to one of the tables and took their seats.

    As she began eating, Vicki quickly realized that Amanda hadn't been exaggerating. She mourned her last diet; it was going to be very hard to keep from gaining the weight back if this place would be serving her free food every day.

    She uttered an impressed "mmph" from behind her mouthful of food, then swallowed so that she could speak more clearly. "Wow. You really weren't kidding. I don't think I've ever been so impressed with simple eggs and bacon in my life."

    "Right?" Amanda's mouth was full too, but she was much better at speaking through it than Vicki was. "This place is amazing."

    "Can I borrow one of your butter packets?" Vicki asked. Amanda nodded and handed one to Vicki so she could spread it on her toast. Even toasted bread tasted better from the Beaumont cafeteria. How was that possible?

    "It's really great to finally meet you," Amanda said. "I've been super eager ever since I heard I was getting a student teacher."

    "Aw, thanks!" Vicki said, "It's so great to meet you too. You should've heard Jenny this morning, she had so many nice things to say about you."

    "Awww, did she?" Amanda chuckled. "I love Jenny, she's so sweet."

    "Yeah, she seemed super nice." Vicki finished her bacon, wishing she'd grabbed a little bit more when she'd had the chance. "How long has she been here, if you don't mind me asking? She mentioned you were here when she started, so it must not've been that long ago, right?"

    "Well, I've only been here six years. As for Jenny, I think this is her third or fourth year now." Amanda continued eating, chewing just conservatively enough to keep it from interfering with her speech. "Either way, she spends more time at the school than anyone else, so I'd say she's almost caught up to me now in terms of just sheer hours at Beaumont. She works all the breaks and all. Even summer."

    "They need someone to work full-time here over the summer?"

    "Apparently so. I guess they still get phone calls and mail and stuff, so someone has to be here to answer that. Plus, I figure she has to make plans for the school year, order supplies, run things in the computer; that kind of stuff." Amanda burped silently. It went unnoticed by Vicki, who was too concentrated on her food to look up at her mentor. "She's come a long way since she started here... A long way... But on the inside, she hasn't changed a bit. And I admire that, considering how much stress she has to deal with. Principal Grasso isn't around much; he works from home two days a week, and when he does come in he usually just kind of roams the halls and observes everything. He doesn't talk much."

    "The principal works from home? Is that, like... responsible?"

    Amanda pondered Vicki's question for a moment before answering. Truthfully, she hadn't thought much about it herself. "Yeah, in this case I think it's responsible," she decided. "He's always looking over data and stuff, trying to make the school better, and I guess you don't really need to be here to do that if you can access it from your home office. And then there's his wife..."

    "Hmph?" Vicki was still working through some toast. "Hish wife? What about her?"

    Amanda looked around, determining whether any students would be able to hear her. She leaned in as if to whisper, causing her belly to spread forward between her lap and the underside of the table like the cream filling of an Oreo cookie. At the last second, though, she seemed to change her mind about saying anything at all.

    "I don't know if I should say," she muttered. "It's kind of private."

    Vicki was crestfallen. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

    "Don't feel bad! That's a totally normal question." Amanda wiped some dribble away from her chubby cheek, erasing the tension. "You've got every right to ask. Honestly though, I couldn't tell you too many specifics even if I wanted to. I don't know much about that whole situation for sure anyway. All I know is that Jenny's totally cool handling all of his duties while he's gone. He trusts her a lot, and rightfully so. She's..." Suddenly, the muffled buzz of a vibrating phone sounded from within Amanda's purse. "Mph!" She reached in and silenced it quickly. "Crap. It's almost time for first period. I'm gonna go get some more breakfast before class. You want to come with me?"

    More? Vicki could understand why—the food was great, of course—but Amanda had already eaten a lot. What was it with people here and binge-eating? Of course, she supposed Amanda did have an excuse, eating for two and whatnot. She followed Amanda into the kitchen to restock on snacks, assuring herself she wouldn't get any more for her own plate. However, it only took the smell of the sausage and egg sandwiches that had been freshly offered up on the counter to turn her firm "no" into a reluctant "yes."

    A new voice called out from the other side of the kitchen. "Good morning, Amanda!"

    Amanda looked up from the buffet line. "Hey! Good morning, Trish!"

    Trisha Roman had waddled into the cafeteria behind them, and was now decorating her plate extravagantly in much the same way as the gut-gifted math teacher. "Is this your new student teacher?"

    "Uh huh," Amanda chimed. "Victoria, this is Trisha. She's a school guidance counselor."

    "Ah, how exciting!" Trisha lowered her heavy plate and offered Vicki a handshake. Vicki obliged. "Good morning, Victoria! It's nice to meet you!"

    "Good morning," Vicki said. "Nice to meet you too!"

    Trish was clearly middle aged, but her pretty face hadn't worn much over the years. She had small, dark eyes that were somehow very bright and a smile that was deathly contagious. Her short, dark haircut complimented her softened cheeks as they dimpled against her grin.

    "You'll love it here at Beaumont, I'm sure! That is, if you don't already." She clutched her heart dramatically and sighed. "Ugh. I know it only took one bite of the food for me to fall in love with these chefs when Grasso first brought them on."

    "Hi Trish," one of the chefs called out from the back.

    "Hi Ron!" She turned her attention back towards Vicky. "How long have you been here so far? Have you eaten yet?"

    "A little bit," Vicki said, answering both questions. "It's been really good so far. Seems like nobody can stop talking about it, so I'm really excited to see what the food here's like at lunch."

    "Oh, don't even get me started. You're in for such a treat."

    As Amanda started speaking to Trisha once again, Vicki turned her eyes down towards Trisha's body. Once again, she was a little bit shocked. The woman got wider and wider towards the ground; her breasts were practically nonexistent, but beneath them rested a belly so big it swathed the top of her thighs. Her hips were outrageously wide, and her thighs were as thick as the garbage cans by the entrance to the cafeteria. Her cankles were troubling; it was certain Trish had a very hard time buying herself shoes. All in all, Trish's body gave her a silhouette that looked more like an upside-down heart than a human, and the fact that Vicki hadn't noticed it until right now was somewhat alarming.

    By the time Trish waddled away, there were four more morbidly obese staff members in the cafeteria and two equally obese adolescents. As first period drew nearer, more and more people—teachers and students alike—were abusing their cafeteria privilege, and not a single one of them so far could've been under three hundred pounds. At this point, being alarmed about this disproportionate obesity wasn't body-shaming; it was justified confusion. Vicki felt a wash of relief as a skinny person finally entered the kitchen, only to quickly realize that it was just the black-and-turquoise-haired student teacher she'd seen earlier that day. She was following the fattest woman in the room—evidently, her mentor—a massive, flabby-bellied, bell-shaped brunette who was mercilessly stacking her skinny apprentice's plate without even asking her permission. There was a strong emotion present in the skinny student teacher's big, grey eyes, but Vicki couldn't decide whether it was positive or negative. There was donut residue on her face.

    "You ready?" Amanda asked, snapping Vicki out of her trance.

    "Yeah," Vicki said, realizing she'd been standing and staring by the exit for quite a few moments. She followed Amanda out of the kitchen. There was no checkout line, and although free food for the teachers was clearly a selling point of working at Beaumont, it didn't look like the students were having to pay anything either.

    Walking through the now increasingly busy halls of Beaumont High was like being in some sort of bizarre dream. Everyone was overweight. Everyone. Spherical teenage girls with beautiful faces waited in lines at vending machines with the reverse-spare-tires of their back fat oozing out the bottom of their ill-fitting crop tops. The adolescent boys of the school sported the same familiar, trendy haircuts and fashions as your average teen male, but their bodies were almost alien in their folded, wobbling rotundity. Staff members who were fatter than the fattest teachers and professors Vicki'd ever had seemed to outnumber ones who looked even halfway physically fit, and everyone—everyone—was eating something. The first classes still wouldn't start for twenty minutes, but already the place was filling up with fat children and adults. They'd come early just to swarm the cafeteria like a school of morbidly obese fish.

    "Why is everyone here so early?" Vicki asked her supervisor.

    "Well, a lot of us come in early by car to eat before first period. But actually, the buses always come a little early too so that everyone can get breakfast. It's school policy."

    What? They condoned this? If obesity had been contagious, this was what a quarantine zone would've looked like. Vicki went pale; this was way too weird. She needed a few moments alone to process what she was seeing and hearing.

    "Hey, Ms. Harris? Do you mind if I stop at the restroom and meet you back at class?" Vicki asked.

    "Sure," Amanda said, her mouth full of pancake. "It's right over there. Meet me back at B104 when you're done. And please, call me Amanda!"

    "Thanks," Victoria shouted back as she rushed off towards the ladies' room. The whole hallway was spinning.



    It wasn't pure silence, but the bathroom door muffled the hallway chatter just enough for Vicki to clear her head a little bit. At first, it had been too loud, but she quickly realized that removing the doorstopper quieted things down just enough for a bit of introspection. After a few moments sitting on a toilet with her pants up and the lid down, Vicki got up. She exited the stall and walked over to one of the mirrors. 

    Thin, relatively. She was certainly thin compared to the people she was seeing at Beaumont so far. Sure, her hips were still wider than she might've liked, but that was okay. She'd shrunken down through all the jeans she'd owned in her adult life and now she was the skinniest she'd been since the ninth grade. That was a major accomplishment. She hadn't lost the stretchmarks, but the bulk that caused them had long since been burned away. After a quick glance around, she removed her hands from her hips and brought them to the bottom of her top.

    Lifting the fabric slightly, she examined the pooch of her belly. She remembered sophomore year; back then, that thing had looked like a tan bedroom pillow with a few freckles and a belly button. At one point, it even had a crease. She shuddered. Thankfully, she'd tamed it since, and now it was hardly more than an ever-so-lightly gifted paunch. Vicki felt a twinge of pride as she dropped the shirt.

    Quickly, that pride was replaced with the same anxiety which had overwhelmed her earlier in the hallway. What would happen to that paunch after a semester at Beaumont? Would it look like Trisha's apron? Amanda's baby bump? Jenny's second desk? She shuddered.

    Stop it. There is nothing wrong with their bodies, Victoria told herself. You can be happy with your own progress without being intimidated by your peers. Just because they've chosen a lifestyle that you've abandoned doesn't put your lifestyle at risk. You are independant. You can do this. Every time you look at someone like Jenny or Trish as a negative outcome for yourself instead of another human being, you become the very same type of bully you hate the most.

   
She took a deep breath. A porpoisey girl with thick-rimmed glasses entered the bathroom, prompting Vicki to stop standing around and wash her hands. By the time the girl was inside the handicap stall, Vicki was outside the door.

    All in all, she was glad she had Amanda. As determined as she was to stick to the ideals of that ladies' room pep-talk, there was still at least a bit of relief in knowing that she'd been assigned to a relatively normal-sized teacher, disregarding her obvious condition. She headed into the classroom to find Ms. Harris sitting at her desk, nibbling on a glazed chocolate donut.

    "Hey! I'm back."

    Amanda looked up, smiled and waved.

    "Where should I set my stuff?" Vicki asked. Amanda pointed toward the desk on the opposite side of the room.

    "Over there," she said. "I asked them to set you up there so the kids wouldn't stare at you the whole period. You know how they are with new people. Er; I guess you might not. But hey, that's why you're here!"

    "I like that," Vicki chuckled. "Thanks, Amanda." She headed to her desk and starting setting all of her belongings comfortably on the surface. After a quick glance around the room, she noticed that there was a vending machine in the corner; apparently, even the classrooms weren't safe from Beaumont's rampant attempts to overfeed.

    Amanda got up. Heavily, she waddled over to Vicki's desk with a semi-full box of donuts in tow. She offered it to Vicki just as Jenny had earlier in the day.

    "I almost forgot; want a donut? They were giving us them this morning to hand out to our student teachers."

    "I don't know," Vicki protested, "I really shouldn't..."

    "Oh, go on, take one! You're skinny as a rail, you can afford it."

    Vicki blushed. "Erm... Okay, I guess just one..." She reached in and grabbed a Boston Creme.

    "So," Amanda said, munching on one of the pastries herself. "Any other questions before the kids come in?"

    "Well," Vicki said, "just one, I guess." She hesitated, swallowing before asking the question. "Around when are you expecting?"

    "Expecting what? Students?" Amanda chuckled, gulped, then took another bite. "I like your enthusiasm, kid." She looked down at her watch. "They should be in pretty much any minute now."

    "No, I..." Vicki almost clarified, but stopped herself. The way Amanda was standing over her desk with her gut extended out into the air in front of Vicki's face, it suddenly became clear that Vicki wasn't staring at a baby-bump; this was a potbelly. A gut. A spare tire. Amanda wasn't pregnant at all; she was just fat.

    Get ahold of yourself, Vicki. That doesn't change a thing.

    "Urp!"
 Vicki got a close-up view as Amanda's watermelon gut bounced in response to her involuntary burp just three or four inches away from Vicki's face. Amanda giggled.

    "Excuse me!" She said. Then, she waddled back to her desk. "If you want any more donuts, they'll be right here. Er, actually... Wait! I have an extra box." She plodded back over and set the second one by Vicki. "Here! Help yourself, hun."

    Vicki looked down at her tummy and grimaced. This was going to be a rough semester.
Amanda's student teacher arrives at Beaumont.

This series could easily be quite a lot longer than I originally intended. The more I write, the more ideas I have. If you'd like to see more, please tell me what you thought of this chapter; feedback and criticism are greatly appreciated.



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The semester promises to be 'interesting.' Looking forward to Chapter 4.